Seasons shadows

It was one of those winters where I watched your ribs become more prominent each week. You would stretch every Saturday and Sunday carefully measuring your wrists. Yet every time you lifted your arms I watched your shirt as it rode up exposing the cracks in your soul.

It was one of those springs where I watched sadness gathering under your eyes like rings from forgotten coffee cups. Lukewarm and left on a newspaper no one had time enough to read.

It was one of those summers where I watched you die in the beginning with daffodils and didn’t see you again until you rose with the morning glory’s and summer roses that never seemed to leave your lips.

It was one of those falls where I woke up with you on the ground, still as a stone, and sprung immediately into action. Your body cold as the winter wind and eyes closed like the petals of early spring.